just my twisted way of reaching out for help.
but in the world's eyes, i am condemned.
i need to leave this place.
to linger here in Your presence.
because nothing feels more right than this.
a drawing.
the orange glow and rows of grey.
the lure with a promise of revelation and rejoicing, sweetness and embracing.
where more than two gather, inviting.
our chorus into a holding above, a sweet sweet sound.
come, come and walk among us.
only then, will we walk out different.
the new year beckons.
with it will come new visions and promises.
on a hill far away stood an old rugged cross
the emblem of suffering and shame
and i love that old cross where the dearest and best
for a world of lost sinners was slain.
perfection at 8:14 PM
never again will i fight so hard for something like that.
what do they got, a lot of sand.
we got a hot crustacean band.
each little clam here know how to jam here.
under the sea.
no, you will never get it.
until you try handling it yourself.
go, go on.
then you'll finally understand that my words are not empty, unnecessary fuss.
was it worth it?
i never thought i'd be asking myself this question.
just look at the world around you
right here on the ocean floor
such wonderful things surround you
what more is you looking for?
perfection at 12:43 AM
